All Chapters of The Luna on a Chain: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

As much as we hurried, we were still slightly late — and the reason for our delay was sitting inside a box. They say the groom shouldn’t see the bride in her wedding dress before the ceremony — it’s supposed to bring bad luck — but in our case, everything was exactly the opposite.My hair was completely done, thanks to the Alpha, who had patiently dried it while I applied my makeup. Only one small thing remained — putting on the dress.“You are not wearing that!” Egor growled, his suit nearly straining at the seams as his muscles tensed under the force of his emotions.“Egor, there’s fabric here. Look — see? It’s beige, close to my skin tone. My skin won’t show through the lace,” I tried to justify my choice, though I could practically see the demons warring inside him. One part of him wanted to tear the half-transparent dress to shreds, while the other understood there was no alternative.“You’ll walk down the aisle in a tracksuit,” he snapped, lunging for the gown. I spun away just

I was given a room with a private bathroom and a breathtaking view of the forest. My mood that morning was perfectly fine—right up until I went downstairs to the shared kitchen. Six pairs of displeased eyes turned toward me at once. Every single one of them was beautiful. Tall, slender, and—to my surprise—all brunettes. I instantly felt like a black sheep among them. I wasn’t tall, my hair had been fiery red since birth, and my eyes were a vivid shade of green. “Good morning,” I said and walked farther inside. “And who exactly are you supposed to be?” one of the girls asked, her face twisting with irritation. “A human,” I replied flatly, taking a glass from the cupboard, filling it with water, and downing it in one gulp. “Tell that to someone dumber. You reek of wolf scent from a mile away.” “Must be my perfume,” I said with a smile, rinsing the glass and putting it back. Katerina had explained very clearly yesterday that everyone here cooked for themselves and bought their own

“Are you an Alpha?” I asked, immediately realizing it was a stupid question.“Yes. How did you guess?” he smirked.Hey, Universe — did you mix something up out there? I distinctly remember asking you never to send me candidates who matched even one item on my list. And yet here he was: blond, blue-eyed, an Alpha… and he had even repeated the exact phrase I’d written down.Wait. This had to be a prank. Someone must have seen what I wrote and decided to mess with me. Then again, not many people knew about the werewolf world.“Why so quiet, baby?” He stepped closer and rested a hand on my waist. “You’re a she-wolf too — can’t you smell the scent of your destined mate on me?”That was it. My nerves snapped. I burst out laughing right there in the street and couldn’t stop. Passersby turned to stare at me in confusion. It felt like a bizarre double déjà vu — Kirill in his words, Dennis in his appearance.“Well, looks like happiness has driven you a little crazy,” the blond said, pulling me

Something was bothering me intensely, stirring a deep, crawling unease. Waves of negativity and irritation seeped into my sleep, dragging me toward the surface.Were they really going to take me back for more experiments?An icy horror locked every muscle in my body and squeezed my throat. With each passing second, it became harder to breathe. Before my eyes rose the image of Gromov’s smirking face as he sliced open my skin with a sharp blade, testing how quickly the wounds would heal.Then the scene shifted abruptly. A man in a white coat fastened my wrists to a massive chair. A thin needle plunged into my vein, and unbearable pain spread through my body.A deafening scream tore from my throat.My eyes flew open, yet I kept screaming. Realizing I wasn’t tied to anything, I tried to scramble away from the nightmare.A harsh, blinding light flooded the room.“Why are you screaming like a lunatic?” Ruslan growled from the edge of the bed.Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I wiped them

"What can I help you with?" a pleasant woman in glasses asked.I stepped into the office and took a seat beside the desk. The room was bright and inviting, perfectly reflecting the warmth of the woman herself."A friend of mine recommended you. I need a duplicate of my driver’s license — I lost the original."The woman smiled kindly."Yes, Olya already called to let me know you’d be coming. Could you please give me your passport? I’ll enter your details into the registry, and your document should be ready in about half an hour."You should have seen the smile with which I handed over the little booklet.That morning, I had already completed a medical checkup and had officially been hired. Tomorrow was my first shift, and I had no desire to take a taxi again — or worse, ask Ruslan for a ride.The woman focused on entering my information into the computer. With every passing minute, her expression grew more tense. A bad feeling crept over me, but I quickly distracted myself with the pho